Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into

the house in a carefree motion, ruffling my hair occasionally with the towel. I watched questionably as Namjoon blasted porn on

the moaning sounds that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind to

loud knock sounded over the commotion. It must

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the device. While the tune sounded as he did, it was impossible to not notice

me want to wash my eyes in holy water and perhaps enlighten myself for the next ten years to become a monk.

As any other normal virgin would do,

heard a familiar voice yelling to the direction of the noise, and I

to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit

He calls my name with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me from seeing whatever that was around us. There was

open your eyes

man opposite of me, his arm still firmly wrapped around my torso.

Jungkook was shirtless, the locks of his damp hair stuck onto his forehead. My vision then travelled down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was flawlessly displayed in full view altogether with a

to make sense of his presence here. Or more

I turned my head over to glance at my brother, standing near a couch with a bunch of boys crowded on it. It was hard not

prominent against the clothing, accompanied by a half opened stare and parted lips. Holy

the bottles of alcohol onto the table by the side. My ears flushed a scarlet red when I

closely. His grip around me loosened as realization hit him like a truck.